ALMA

I didn't know how or when it happened but I was now hauling Linda into her car. She was the one who handed me her car key and asked me to drive. My heart had dropped to my feet and it felt like I couldn't breathe, no matter how hard I tried. My fingers seemed to be dipped in oil, clutching the steering wheel and sliding right off it as I made my way out of the estate.

My mouth tasted bitter and the car smelled like hell, filled with Linda's raggedy breathing and moaning like life was ...